Today I’m taking you behind the scenes of in Antwerpiyae. (Antwerpiyae > Antwerpiyaes I felt while typing.)

My love,

A couple weeks ago, I believe, I introduced “my love” as start-of-post diary aanhef. I still like it and don’t seem to get tired of it any time soon. How about you?

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Today I’m taking you behind the scenes of blogging. I’m still writing and not filming myself, so in this post the thought pattern behind my usual writing will be emphasized.

Quick question:
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I’m asking you that because I notice an interesting trend in my visitor stats.

Chances are high today will be an “off day”.

I will put this online and get my bagel out of the oven. Today I’ll post frequent updates, but use the push notification only once. Or do you prefer frequent push notifications?

We’re going behind the scenes soon. ๐Ÿ™‚

14:58 Antwerpen Kievitwijk

Night and Morning

If someone would ask me to describe my night and morning in detail, I would say:

They were all right. After updating yesterday’s blog post, I put my left overs in the fridge and figured that if I cook some penne today, I don’t have to spend a lot of time cooking and I won’t have to go to the grocery store and thus can stay at home all day. Big yays.

I flipped my economics book open and saw that I had so few pages to read from the chapter left that it was better to add it to my study tasks for “tomorrow” (which is now today). Because today I “only” need to do a chapter of mathematics and read economics until chapter 7, section 8.

So after emptying my bowels while playing Cody Cross (it has become an addiction… I seriously can’t sh*t without playing Cody Cross anymore HAHAHAHAHA) and plucking my facial hair in the toilet for a while, reasoning: “Yes, I’m so tired that I feel like I can collapse at any second. But all I need to do is undress, take my make up off and brush my teeth and anti-knarsbitje. I’ll be in bed within no time. Let’s do thisss…”

I got myself in bed and was so tired that I didn’t even masturbate. And the shivers were less because I told myself that I survived last night so I shouldn’t worry. Then cuddling my largest pillow like it’s Victishe (meoow I really wish I was his Cuddle Catje… My skin is very soft ๐Ÿ™‚ ), I fell asleep within less than 2 hours, which is quite fast for my standard.

Then I woke up tired and hungry. More tired than hungry so I kept going back to sleep until I saw that it was 11 PM. My stomach was growling loud, so I silenced it a little by eating a cup of fig flavored Activia and went back to bed. Wanting to go to sleep again, still knackered, but then: “If I stay in bed for too long – especially now that I also want to blog through the day and do laundry – I’ll end up going to bed late at night again.” So I gave myself a quick orgasm watching some people having sex in a bar, which I found hot and awful and the same time, and then got out of bed. [Really, I get nauseating thoughts about the economic system, try to see (especially for the female) to what extent it is done voluntarily, and then have to think way away from that and make up stories that I do like to somehow become able to climax.]

I wanted to take a shower, but already when my mother left on Sunday I gave her some panties and a towel – for she was here since Friday – and it seemed like those were my last panties. But – I put my panties, tights, socks, bras and an emergency set of clothing in case someone is in front of my door and I’m naked in the same drawer – have fished out panties for myself Sunday night and Monday morning. This morning I really can’t find any, though. So doing laundry is a must.

Doing laundry after having worked on economics a little (reading the remaining few pages of the chapter and making some exercises). After that I’ll sort out white and non-white clothing and probably make a selection because I don’t think the stack (see random order photos below) will fit in two machines. After that some mathematics, then making and eating dinner, then I’ll be back here to share the behind the scenes thoughts I’ll have had during my previous activities and then read some economics in bed. Probably also playing Cody Cross while sh*tting around that time hhahahahahahahhahahaha see you later. xxx

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16:19 Antwerpen Kievitwijk

Resumption of Day

After playing Cody Cross earlier – if you know what I mean – I saw that I have to resubmit my accounting assignment before 8 PM today and make a punish assignment to prevent being penalized with -2/20 off my final grade. No where I read that if one hands in a trash assignment, these measures would be taken. Otherwise I wouldn’t have handed in anything at all. I don’t even have the books for the course yet. It was my intention to pass everything in the first year after the first attempt, but I currently don’t have the funds for those books and have no time for punishments.

Because now, if I follow this correctly, missing 20% of classes or more means -2/20 off one’s final grade and not completing all 4 assignments (correctly) means -2/20 off one’s final grade. It’s already past 8 PM and the library is closed, plus I don’t want to request a postponement. (Especially because I don’t want to share my lack of concentration after all this headache heartache nonsense as the main reason why I handed in trash.) So now regardless if I make the other assignments or not, if I ace my final exam, the highest grade I can get is an 8. Those assignments are practice, but I don’t believe in educational punishments. Plus I prefer Fangyist accounting. ๐Ÿ™

What I handed in was transaction 1 – 10, half an incorrectly filled out cash flow and half the journey in part 2. I used the accounting book from when I studied at Erasmus, but it seems like in Dutch accounting there’s much more emphasis on ledger/journal codes. I consciously handed in trash but if I knew that that would count as handing in nothing, I would have handed in nothing.


Financially, I depend on my parents big time and they’re the type of parents who give the exact amount of money that is necessary, and rather pay the item themselves than transfer money, so when I estimated the remaining amount of money for books at 150 and it was more than 160, plus wifi installation costs I had to cover myself, I hoped to be able to buy my accounting books with birthday money, and otherwise wait until the end of the month. But now it might not even be possible to buy the books at the end of the month, because my parents can cut my allowance. So accountancy might become a resit. That will give me a lot more time to invest in my other subjects, though. ๐Ÿ™‚

Time to boil some penne… I never stick to the exact schedule I portray in my posts meow haha. My laundry is in the centrifuge, I’ve Cody Crossed (I play that in English in “difficult mode” by the way ๐Ÿ™‚ ) lol, I’ve read the remainder of chapter 6 and am now hungry. So what’s left for me to do is make penne with yesterday’s shrimps, make economics assignments, make mathematics assignments and read economics. I usually get my mental diesel engine up past 9 so it’s all good. But I’d rather – of course – do something more useful for the acknowledgement of my potential as a policymaker.

Meow I got a kind e-mail about my request for a Mensa membership. That she forwarded my message to Mensa Belgium and that I should ask her further questions if I want to. A robot person would have said “You’re e-mailing the wrong person. E-mail the right person,” I am yayed. ๐Ÿ™‚ I want to ask “Let’s fuse? ๐Ÿ˜€ ” but my words always allow for rejection so I will wait until my message has been processed by my “fellow” Belgians. ๐Ÿ™‚

I think this is it for today. ๐Ÿ™ There are plenty more thoughts I’d like to share with you, but tasks await me. For tomorrow, I have more on my schedule and blogging is quite time-consuming, so that means a new post on Thursday? ๐Ÿ™ I’ll miss you. ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ™


20:33 Antwerpen Kievitwijk